Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Leather and Lace ❯ Profiling Psychos ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

Profiling Psychos

 

The door swung open with a bang as Kyou put all of his force into throwing it open; it was obvious that he was currently trying to control a strong and powerful rage that threatened to consume him. Mimi was not sure why he was so furious; it was quite confusing, until she saw the three men walk into the room.

 

They oozed strength, power, sensuality, and dominance; all clad in the matching black slacks, white tops, and unbutton jackets. The clothes covered yet enhanced their muscular bodies, tightening slightly when they moved their arms; the slacks brushing against finely toned legs that only months of training could be accomplished.

 

The first one that she caught sight of was on the far right, well, her right, and it was because he did not appear as old as the other two, maybe a couple years younger. He was not as tall as the other two, either, and his dark hair was worn long, falling just above his shoulders. His blue eyes were piercing, their gaze sharp and taking in every aspect of the room. She could only wonder whether or not some of the therapists would have a field day with this man.

 

The man on the far left was taller, maybe around 6', and although his body oozed dominance, there was a thick undertone of submission, almost as though he enjoyed being a sub. Her brow arched curiously as she took in his appearance. His brown hair was slightly ruffled, unruly and the shortest of the three men, most likely because it was less uncontrollable when shorter. His brown eyes were focused on Kyou, almost as though he did not trust the man, and they held the same emotions and appearance as the other brunet. They were calculating and sharp. She knew that she would most likely have a field day with him.

 

Finally, her eyes fell upon the man in the center, and, although the other two were extremely sensual, she actually felt her breath escaped her lungs in a rush and her heart flutter against her chest. This man screamed sensual dominance, with his tall, at the very least 6'1”, muscular, body, and dark blond hair that fell just below his ears. His eyes were the most vivid cerulean she had ever seen, with not a single mixture of green or gray, they made her think of a clear sky on a cloudless day. But she knew, deep down, that they would be dark as a stormy heaven when aroused. His pores oozed sexual power, dominance, and eroticism. Just the thought of the man made her mouth water with anticipation, and her body tighten in places she never knew would tighten. This man was the leader; she knew it because of his stance and the way the other men drew to the side, and his gaze was focused solely on her.

 

“Tachikawa-san.” Kyou's words pulled her out of her transfixed state, and she jerked her head towards her boss.

 

“Hai, Itashi-shacho?”

 

“These men are here to speak with you. I'll let them make the introductions.”

 

The blond man turned to face her boss and scowled down at him. “Itashi-chan, I would prefer it if you left the room during the meeting; if she accepts, information will be discussed that is not to be known publicly.”

 

Kyou's faced reddened with furious embarrassment and he grimaced in the blond man's direction. “This is my company, I am gracing you the time and access to my people, and I expect you to show me courtesy and respect. I refuse to leave the room until she makes her decision, and even then, I may consider leaving the room. Understood?”

 

“Itashi,” the man cut out the `chan', showing a great disrespect towards the man, “I suggest that you leave. I do not want anyone influencing her decision on this; it is to her and solely her decision, and I do not think that you would not try to influence her choice. Therefore, you will leave the room, or I can have you arrested for resisting a police officer.” He then added at Kyou's dumbfounded, disbelieving look, “I can do that.”

 

Letting out low curse, the man gathered his notes, before huffing out of the room, giving the blond man a sharp, angry glare. “Baka.”

 

As the door slammed shut, the black-haired man waited a few moments, before opening it, a look of surprise on his face when he found the hallway empty. However, Mimi noted that he examined the doorframe, doorstep, and even the table across from the door. She figured that he was probably looking for any bugs or devices that might record their conversation; she'd read enough police novels to comprehend his actions, and her job required for her to examine and analyze human behaviour.

 

Leaning back in her seat, Mimi sighed, crossing her legs carefully, shifting the material so it covered enough of her thighs; the slit on the left side always showed off more than she wanted shown. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she watched as the man shut the door and rejoined the other two.

 

That's when the blond man flashed the badge. Police. What the hell were the police doing here? The even more trivial question was; what did they want with her? Was it because of her link with the BDSM community? Did she not pay for a speeding ticket or parking ticket? Had she even gotten one within the past year?

 

Sighing heavily, she couldn't help but arch a brow in the direction of the men, giving them, what she hoped was, an innocent, questioning look.

 

Within the few seconds those thoughts raced through her head, the blond placed the badge back in his pocket, and proceeded to speak.

 

“I'm Lieutenant Ishida Yamato, and my partners here are Detectives Yagami Taichi, and Ichijouji Ken.” He gestured to the men on either side, Taichi being the owner of the unruly hair, and Ken the owner of the piercing, blue eyes.

 

Yagami.

 

Taichi Yagami.

 

That name rang a familiar bell.

 

“Tai said that he was going to be there.”

 

…

 

“Well, he is my Sub…”

 

Her eyes widened with shock and sudden realization, before the flung herself out of the seat into a standing position.

 

“Taichi? As in Tai? As in, Tai-Sora's-Sub-Tai?”

 

Tai arched a brow in confusion before he turned to Matt. “Matt, who are we interviewing?”

 

Matt looked down at the paper before him, and before he got to speak a word, Mimi spoke up, “Tachikawa Mimi. I'm Sora's roommate. We've met before, don't you remember? At the club.”

 

Recognition hit Tai like a brick, and he grinned broadly. “Mimi! Now I remember you! You wore all those chains and stuff?”

 

Blushing darkly, Mimi looked down at the table, poking at her notes. “Uh, yeah, yeah, all the chains and … stuff.” She would get him back for that remark.

 

“Tai, I know you guys would probably want to recollect on all those amazing times you had together, but we have a job to do.”

 

Oh, his voice was so dark and sultry. His voice was thick, like sensual, sinful dark chocolate that coated her body in a layer so thick she never thought she would be free of it. She actually wanted to rub her body up against his a purr.

 

“Oh, yeah, right, sure. Sorry `bout that Lt.”

 

Oh, how she wanted to call him Lieutenant while he took her and used her body in bed. She wondered what he used his handcuffs for in spare time.

 

“Are you going to handcuff me?”

 

As soon as the words spilled from her lips, a dark blush coated her cheeks, and she busied herself by fidgeting with her papers.

 

Amusement glittered in the men's eyes, but only Tai knew the double-entendre. Mimi was a Sub, and, what he found funny about the situation, Matt was a Dom.

 

Matt couldn't help but grin as the woman blushed before him. He found her to be quite, delicately cute, yet extremely erotic at the same time. She was tall, but not too tall, and he couldn't help but gawk at her lovely, pale face, which accented her whiskey eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes. The hair was long, cascading down her shoulders to nearly her buttocks despite it being in a ponytail, and a few strands dangled by her face, making him want to brush them back. He wondered if her skin was soft and as delicate as she was, and just the thought of it increased the wanting he had to rush back her hair. Her arms over her breasts enhanced the lovely curve they made at the opening of her blouse, and he could see that she was quite well endowed. Oh, how he wanted to nuzzle her breasts, to discover if she might have them pierced or not, and to use them and their aching peaks to bring her into a painfully pleasurable state of mind and body.

 

Instead, he focused on the job at hand, which was to discuss the information, interview her, and decide whether she would be perfect for the job or not. They needed to see if she could be trusted.

 

Pulling out a chair and taking a seat, Matt leaned forward, brushing back a strand of his own hair.

 

“Tachikawa-san, we need you to help us with something very important.” Tai and Ken took seats on either side of him. “We're currently investigating a crime involving sexual acts, and we heard that you would be the best at giving us a psychological profile of the killer.”

 

Mimi frowned as she thought about all murders being televised at the moment, and there were not that many, which made it easier for her to figure out which involved sexual assault. Or least increased the possibility of sexual assault.

 

Tapping a pen to her lightly painted, rouge lips, she leaned forward slightly, pulling her seat closer to the table.

 

“You want me to make a profile of the BDSM Killer, am I right?”

 

Immediately, Matt glared furiously at Tai, thinking that the man had discussed the killings with outsiders. However, when Tai returned the angry glare with his own, confusion glittering in his chocolate eyes, Matt sighed heavily.

 

“How did you know?'

 

She tapped the pen against her temple, smiling at the confused Lieutenant. “I'm a therapist and psychologist, I know how to analyze situations and figure out one would have a possibility of sexual assault. Obviously it has to be the BDSM Killer, BDSM is usually connected with sexual activities, and I'm pretty sure that there was assault, since they are leaving out a lot of information.”

 

Ken leaned comfortably in his seat, a smile playing at his thin lips. “She's good, very quick.” He crossed his arms. “I like that.”

 

She nodded her head towards the brunet, smiling in return. “Thanks, I like it too. Gets me out of sticky situations.” She turned towards the men. “So, is that all you want me to do, give you a psychological profile?”

 

Matt nodded with an added shrug. “Yes, somewhat. But in order to do that, we're going to need to give you all information pertaining to the murders. That means that it stays just between you, me, and any other police officer on the case. The information is purely confidential, and is not to be released until the murdered has been caught, and the relatives of the deceased agree to release the information.”

 

“Sounds easy enough. I'm good at keeping secrets; I keep them all the time.” She put her pen aside, tucking it into a holder on the folder in front of her before storing her papers in it. “So, all I do is get the information about the kills, keep it a secret, and use the given information to decide what this man is like.”

 

“There's a bit more. You'll need to see the bodies, and you'll have to be with us every time we get called to the scene. By seeing everything at the crime scene, it will facilitate your process of analyzing him.”

 

“Or her.”

 

“Yes, yes, him or her.” Matt pulled a folded paper out of his breast pocket, opened it and looked it over. “This,” he waved it so she glanced at it, “is our confidentiality agreement, if you decide to join the investigation. When, or if, you sign this, it means that you will give us all information you have about the murder, you will not lie, and you agree to keep all information a secret until we decide to release it. Understood?”

 

She nodded. “Sounds good. Nothing wrong with it, and I don't see how it could not benefit me.”

 

Matt began to hand her the paper, before pulling away and gazing straight into her eyes. They were such a soft whiskey colour, so tender and soothing. He wondered what they would look like when she was in the throes of an orgasm, or when her senses were heightened due to intense pleasure. He actually began to ache and harden at the thought.

 

Shaking away the thoughts, he focused on the current situation, trying not to think about what lay beyond that thin skirt.

 

“I need you to know one more thing. When we mean all information, we mean all. That means that if a client comes by and starts acting identical to the killer; has the same profile, same background, and everything, we need you to immediately contact us about it, without a question. It also means that you need to give us the name and contact information about the suspect. Do you understand?”

 

At this point, she was scowling at the Lieutenant standing before her. He was asking her to break her code as a therapist and break all confidentiality between her and her clients. The information was supposed to remain a secret, not to be given to anyone else, even inside the Institution.

 

Shaking her head, she sighed heavily. “I don't think I can do that, Lieutenant.” There, she said, and it caused a pool of heat to gather at the juncture of her thighs. “I can't possibly break my confidentiality contract with my clients.”

 

Matt mimicked her frown, returning it right back to her and he began to fold the paper. “I understand that there is a confidentiality agreement between you and your patients, and we will uphold that confidentiality agreement by making sure that no arrests take place publicly, and that none are publicly known. We do not wish to force you to break such an agreement, but by upholding it, you would be withholding information from the police, thus increasing the possibilities of your arrest. Do you understand?” She nodded. “Good. Then, hopefully, you will not mind giving us any and all information pertaining to the subject of the murders.”

 

Still scowling, she glanced down at her papers as she considered all of the given information. He was willing to keep everything pertaining to her clients a secret, and, yet, she would still be breaking the contract by discussing the client with an outside individual. However, she would be arrested …

 

Exhaling loudly, she pulled out a sheet of paper and began to scribble down all of the pros and cons; she would not be taking the situation lightly. This involved the confidentiality of her clients, her occupation, and murder. She wanted to make sure that she would be making the right decision.

 

“Tachikawa-san, if you wish, we could leave you alone for a few minutes until you've come to a decision.” Ken's voice broke through her thoughts.

 

She ignored him as she continued to weigh the pros and cons of the decision she would be making. Yes, she had made up her mind, but she wanted to make sure that she would be making the right decision, and not something that would turn out to be a huge mistake.

 

Looking over the paper, she saw that quite a number of pros were listed, while there were few cons. However, the cons on the list were quite heavy, including the loss of her job, and the loss of her reputation as a therapist. But those would be healed through time; she could reclaim what was hers, whilst the families would never be able to have their loved ones back.

 

She was doing this for Rumiko, for the young, vibrant woman who had lost her life brutally and violently at the hands of a cruel maniac. She was doing this, not only out of the good of her heart, but for revenge.

 

Smiling to no one but herself, she looked up at the men, the grin still plastered to her lips, reaching all the way to her eyes. However, this particular grin managed to put fear in the hearts of those men; it was a bloodthirsty smirk, one that said that she would achieve what she wanted, despite the consequences of her actions.

 

“I'm guessing that you've decided.” Matt leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together, resting them on his lap.

 

“Yes, I have.” Her smile changed as she directed it, briefly, towards Tai, before facing the blond man. “I'll do it.”

 

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Matt arched a brow at the woman, frowning slightly as he lifted a hand to rest his head on, his thumb absentmindedly brushing against his lips. So, the woman had decided to join their ranks. He only hoped that she was prepared for the inevitable, for the races, the chases, and the stomach-churning sight of the deceased, desecrated bodies that lay waiting for them in the autopsy lab. She was fortunate; so far, all she had to do was look at the cleaner version of the bodies, not those that lay on floor, having just been torn to pieces, with the stench filling her nostrils, the coppery taste of blood thick in the air, causing her choke to gasp as she looked upon the bodies.

 

She looked so dainty, so delicate, and, yet, he knew that there was an unbelievable amount of strength within that form. Her mind had to be strong, had to refuse all temptation whatsoever in order for her to be a proper therapist. She had to be smart, quick to think, and didn't need to spend hours contemplating on her next action.

 

As he picked up her file, looking it over, he pulled out a highlighter, illuminating the fact that she had taken Jujutsu, was a seventh year black belt in Karate-do, and knew several Aikido techniques. Furthermore, she had taken boxing, rock climbing, fencing, and knew how to use guns. She was perfect for the job, lean, strong, powerful, and she knew how to handle herself in tough situations.

 

Maybe she was a little too perfect.

 

She relied a lot on her code, on her confidentiality agreement between her and the clients. She was strong-willed, meaning that it would take quite a good amount of persuasion to decide whether she would break her agreement with her clients, or her agreement with the police.

 

So, the question came down to, how much could they depend on her?

 

Matt slid the paper over to the woman, before glancing towards Tai. She knew Tai, and he knew her, and that meant that Tai could give him information about her that she might not have been willing to disclose. However, he truly did not want to go behind the woman's back, especially since she was willing to aid them in their search.

 

“Tachikawa-san, you do understand what you are doing, correct? By signing that sheet, it means that you must disclose all information. When we say all, we mean all. Every, single little bit and piece of information pertaining to the subject. You do understand that, right?”

 

He needed to be sure that she knew what the consequences of her decision might be. He knew that she had formed a pro and con chart, and that she was not a woman whose intelligence was to be taken lightly, but everyone could make mistakes. For some odd reason, he liked her. Despite their lack of discussion and time together, he felt somewhat comfortable around her, while at the same time, his body began to ache and tighten with need. Especially at the sight of the creamy swell of her breasts as she leaned forward to grasp the paper.

 

She nodded to him, tucking another loose strand behind her ear. “You do not need to worry, Ishida-san, I understand fully what it would mean if I signed this.” She leaned forward and signed beside the `X'.

 

Handing the paper back to him, she spoke, “My reputation can be fixed. But the dead cannot be fixed. If more people die because I decided to be selfish, I would feel so horrible. I will do my best to give you a psychological profile, but I must say that I am more of an expert in sex therapy.”

 

Matt and the other two men stood up, nodding towards her. “I understand that, Tachikawa-san.” He pulled out a card, and scribbled a phone number on the back. “Here's my cell number, call me if you need anything.” He handed her the paper before heading towards the door. “I will call you to confirm our first `appointment'. Have a nice day.”

 

The door slammed shut.

 

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The music was the same as usual, loud, fast, and erotic, and the bodies thumped and moved in beat to the music.

 

She stood in the doorway situated on the right corner, facing the large, rectangular expanse of the club. The bar lay in the far, right corner, covering half the facing wall, and right wall of the building, surrounded by stools that had been taken over by humans.

 

Along the back wall, just by the bar, tables were set up where people could sit, relax, and have a few drinks before going back to the large dance floor littered with people. Right on the opposite side of the room, a hallway led down a corridor, leading to the entrances to half of the private rooms, the other half of which were accessed on the opposite side. Therefore, doors covered the walls, space around them as the dancers stayed clear from them. Nobody knew when the doors would open, or who would go in next.

 

Grinning, she pulled her vinyl halter further up her breasts, pushing them to an extreme, causing the cleavage to rise almost all the way to her chin. Well, it was not that extreme, but it was quite large.

 

Her bare stomach was covered by crisscrossing straps of vinyl, hooked together by large, circular, gold links, two on the front, two on the back, making two X's of vinyl on the front and back of her torso.

 

Her skirt was sinfully short, sliding just short of her mid-thigh, exposing the vinyl hem of her stockings, and the trail of fishnet down to her vinyl boots. The tops of her stockings matched the belts across her chest, and the sensation of the vinyl rubbing along her thighs quickened the process of soaking her panties in juices. The fishnet traveled down to her knees, where a pair of black boots hid them. The stilettos were a minimum of 6” in height, while the front platforms were about 5 1/2”, adding to her height, causing her legs to look longer and leaner. Three straps flapped on the outside of the boots, ending in a diamond point.

 

Sweeping her hair back, letting it cascade down her back in waves of black, she smiled, her sinfully red lips curling seductively as she eyed the amount of Doms at the bar, surveying the dance floor, watching for the right Sub to use and pleasure that night.

 

Stepping into the bar, flashing her membership badge to the coat woman, she gave the woman her purse, before smiling and thanking her.

 

Her silver and black outlined eyes surveyed the dance floor, searching for that one Domme she yearned to find and torment.

 

Sora's hair was spiked slightly, eyes outlined in their own hue of red, which matched the red, leather corset she wore, causing the black, vinyl pants to stand out just a touch more.

 

Making her way over to the girl, Mimi fingered at the collar that lay on her throat, playing with the single, silver loop at the front of the vinyl collar.

 

Rules and regulations in Dom and Sub clubs stated that all free Subs had to wear simple, black collars, either as a plain black, or with a loop that had nothing attached to it. It there was a chain, lock, or anything attached to the loop, or the Sub wore a decorated collar that had no loop, it meant that he or she was taken, and could not be another Dom's Sub.

 

Mimi always followed the rules; if you wanted to stay in the Dom society, you had to follow the rules or you were immediately expelled.

 

Moving her body to the beat, sliding in between sweat-coated forms undulating on the dance floor, she moved up slowly behind Sora, before firmly grabbing the girl's buttocks.

 

The loud yip caused a giggle to erupt from the throat of the ebony-haired woman, and the girl spun around, ready to slap whoever had touched her, before smiling broadly and gathering her friend in her arms.

 

“Mimi!” She shouted her words over the blaring music. “You came! I was wondering when you would show up.”

 

Mimi hugged her back, grinning. “I told you I would be coming by tonight. I just never said what time.”

 

“Come! Let's get you your first drink for the evening.”

 

Sora led her through the crowd, nearly dragging the poor girl all the way to the bar at the back. They managed to find two empty stools next to each other, which happened to be quite a rarity at Erotika's, especially at this time.

 

Sitting, they waited patiently for the bartender to pass by and ask them what they wanted. The two girls swung around on their stools, their gazes locked on the crowd. Sora's was more focused on a certain brunet bobbing and gyrating to the music. Mimi's, however, had become sharp; similar to the gaze she gave when examining patients, searching for someone who possessed certain mannerisms and behaviour.

 

She wanted to make sure that nobody was acting out of the ordinary, especially those closest to her. She had yet to check whether the killer had drugged his victims, and she wasn't going to start making false assumptions. She was going to try and do her hardest to help, even if it meant chasing the man down on her own. She had the opportunity to avenge her friend, and wanted desperately to ensure that her friend's death would be.

 

“What do you girls want?”

 

Spinning around in unison, the two girls leaned forward, both smiling broadly at the bartender.

 

“Oh, Toshiya, it's nice to see you.” Sora grinned. “I will have my usual, Sex on the Beach.”

 

“Coming right up. And you, Mimi?”

 

It was her turn to smile at the tall, built man behind the counter, and Mimi couldn't help but play with a strand of hair. “I think I'll have some Midori to start. You know how much I love that stuff.”

 

“I'll be right back.”

 

The man went off to fetch their drinks, and the friends faced each other.

 

“So, you never told me why you were late. Did something happen at work? Did another crazy believe that you two were meant to be?” Sora eyes glowed with a teasing concern.

 

“Oh, Sora, be nice. It wasn't that man's fault that he was mentally disturbed. I'm pretty sure he had Shaken Baby Syndrome.” Mimi nodded her thanks to Toshiya as he quickly returned with their beverages. “I mean, he was pretty fucked up.”

 

Sora sipped her drink before replying. “Ah, that tastes so damn good. Anyways, about Shaken Baby Guy, I'm pretty sure he would have shaken you to death if it hadn't been for Takuya and Jenrya.” She referred to Mimi's security guards at work. “They sure took that guy out.”

 

Taking a good gulp of her green drink, Mimi leaned against the counter. “True. You could save that they fucked owned him.”

 

The girls laughed loudly, before continuing to chat to one another about small, pointless things, or silly scenarios that had occurred in the past. The music held the nice, constant rhythm that made their feet shake and tap in the beat, tapping against the bar stools, fingers tapping against their glasses.

 

Mimi always enjoyed the music at the bar; it was never the same. There was a constant mix of loud, raucous Gothic/Punk music, a variety of hip-hop, and a good touch of techno. That was one of the main reasons Erotika's attracted such a variety of clientele, from the few people who simply enjoyed the atmosphere, to those who wanted to dip into something different, and to the older clients were who constantly in search of a new Sub or Dom to entertain them.

 

Erotika's was one of the longest running BDSM clubs in Japan, the other two being Dungeon and Cruella's. The owner of Erotika's was most likely a millionaire, and one of the smartest investors in the world, and most likely one of the richest as well. Jyou Kido, tall, dark, menacing, yet kind and intriguing, was one of the most mysterious men involved in the BDSM scene.

 

What was oddest about it was that Mimi thought that she had gone to high school with the man; she clearly remembered a quiet, bumbling boy with the same name, wearing glasses and a pocket-protector. The boy used to constantly follow her around, helping her whenever she needed it, and she had always found herself thankful for the kind boy.

 

But it could not possibly be the same man…

 

Her eyes flitted quickly through the crowd, pausing mid-conversation as she caught sight of Tai with a strange, blond man. Arching a brow, she watched the leather-clad brunet speak with the blond man, the two men making their way through the crowd, obviously coming in their direction.

 

Leaning over, she whispered loudly to Sora, “Who is that guy with Tai?”

 

Sora glanced in the direction of her boyfriend and Sub, focusing her gaze on the man beside him. Smiling, she turned to Mimi. “It's his friend, Matt. He's a good guy, works with Tai. I'm not surprised that he's here tonight.”

 

Mimi frowned as she watched the men come closer, still trying her hardest to see the man's face properly; a strobe light was flashing brightly, causing much confusion and distortion.

 

Sipping her melon-flavoured drink, she continued to watch the men make their way closer. Suddenly, the strobe light switched to brilliant, bright purple, pink, and white lights. They passed through a stream of white light.

 

A small gasp escaped from her lips as she looked over the man. His long, lean, muscled legs were covered in a pair of worn leather pants that perfectly accented his crotch and most likely his buttocks. Trailing her eyes up past the waist, she noted the simple, black t-shirt he wore and the way it glued to his body, showing off his muscular biceps, and lean waist. She swore that she could see his abdominals outlined by the shirt.

 

His entire body was composed of sheer, raw muscle that bulged and shifted with each step he took. His blond hair was of a perfect length, cut the same way that Lieutenant Ishida had had his hair cut…

 

Another gasp was expulsed from her lips, this time not in awe and admiration, but in recognition. It was Lieutenant Ishida.

 

Questions formed in her mind. What he here undercover? Had he found more suspects? Did Tai and him plan on talking to her about their agreement? Or was he actually part of the scene?

 

The handcuffs that hung from his belt signified that he was a Dom, and the fact that his body screamed with sexual dominance only added to the appearance.

 

She noted the way his piercing blue eyes cut through the crowd, silently searching for any suspects or victims, memorizing the actions and appearance of each person within the vicinity.

 

Tai suddenly seemed to appear out of nowhere, Lieutenant Ishida right at his side, and two grinning broadly. Tai leaned over, picked up Sora's hand and kissed the back of it chastely. That was the way he was supposed to greet her; it was typical for male Subs to greet their Dommes with a subtle kiss on the hand. For female Subs, however, they were supposed to great their Doms with a sensual kiss on the throat. Mimi wasn't sure why the greeting couldn't have been kisses on the cheeks, seeing as she once kissed a previous Dom on the cheek, and wound up with the taste of cologne in her mouth.

 

The rules were rules, though, and everybody in the community had to follow them or risk the tarnishing of their reputation.

 

She leaned back in her seat before spinning it around, immediately putting her back to Lieutenant Ishida and her friend. Focusing on the bar, she asked Toshiya for refill, trying to ignore the heat that emanated from the body of the Lieutenant.

 

Suddenly, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and she felt the body heat increase tenfold. Lips met her ear lobe, teeth teasing it gently. His voice was so erotically rich and dark, so sinfully sensual that it nearly made her climax right there and then.

 

“Well, hello Kitten.”

 

How did you guys like it? I know the beginning was a bit long and a touch boring, but it was necessary. I didn't want to skip it; I want everybody to realize just what Mimi's putting at stake here. I also wanted you guys to see their brief interaction.

Anyways, the bar scene, too, is somewhat necessary for slowly bringing about their relationship.

 

I hope that you guys enjoyed it. I think I did a good job at making Matt, Tai, and Ken seem sexy. And I just LOVE the whole idea of Lieutenant Matt, or Lieutenant Ishida. It just sounds so erotic. Mrowr.

 

Anyways, please don't forget my review/post rule. Thank you. (If you do forget it, it is stated at the very bottom of the Chapter 1)

 

Oh, yes, I did not mean to offend anybody with the reference to Shaken Baby Syndrome I had a friend who had been brutally shaken as a baby and had developed brain damage from it. So I don't mean it as a rude remark towards those who are affected by it. I sincerely apologize if I have offended you in any way.

 

Ciao.